Perhaps I can use my black vet wrap, folding over each arm and leg and wrapping them like your a little pet, placing my metal spreader gag in your mouth and wrapping the rest of your head up, so you become a sightless drooling mess. I’ll put a collar on you, attach a leash to it, and make you crawl around on all fours like that, tits dangling down and your holes exposed. I’ll smack your ass and your tits, gently rub your pussy and feel how wet you get from being treated like a little pet.

Or perhaps we can get you a form fitting catsuit. One with a matching hood that includes a blindfold and penis gag. And I can strap you up into a faceless little bondage package, complete with a remote vibrator between your legs. So that you’re completely helpless, and I can tease my little object for hours until you’re a drippy mess, and even when I let you out you can’t speak and just continue to drool.

For years we dated. Slowly, deliberately, I praised the behaviors I liked and ignored those that I didn't. I was never direct, just offering or withholding praise.

Now look at us, standing here at the alter exchanging our vows. Well, I'm standing. you're leashed, on all fours, wearing a white see-through bra, the crotchless lace panties, and white stockings. you look so good like this, and see how happy you are?

Our receiving line will be you giving oral sex to anyone who lines up for it. The reception will be an orgy with fifty of our closest "friends". Cake isn't what your face is going to end up coated with tonight.

A big stop comes up, and a lot of people leave the bus. He takes his hand out of my pants and I get up to let him out, but he instead takes out his cock and sits me down on it. I'm so wet I slide down no problem, and someone new sits where I used to be sitting as the bus fills up again.

As the bus drives, I can feel the vibrations of the road through his dick straight to my pussy. I keep myself from moaning as the slight movement makes me wetter and wetter. He starts bucking his hips up slightly, fucking me with such short strokes that I feel I need more and start rotating my hips. He takes his hand closest to the window and massages my chest through my shirt, causing me to clench on him. He chuckles and makes slow motions around my nipple, pinching it occasionally. It's all I can do to not moan at the stimulation as he's still slightly fucking my cunt. He brings his other hand up and grabs my chest aggressively, playing with the fat. I let out a slight groan, and he whispers in my ear "wow, you are such a slut"

I nod, my hips bucking, begging for him to fill me. He says, "I think everyone should know what a slut you are" and rips off my shirt, leaving my chest bare to the world. My already hard nipples harden even more at the sudden exposure, and he pinches them hard. I moan loadly and clench down on his cock, not caring who noticed, only feeling pleasure. He starts fucking into me harder, and I moan with every thrust. I see the man sitting next to us getting hard through his pants and I'm making such a scene.

As the bus hits worse roads, the vibrations of the bus, his incessant fucking and his grabbing of my chest leaves me constantly moaning, mouth wide open. I am shut up by a cock in my mouth, as the man sitting in front of me has stood up, turned around and forced himself in me. He grabs my head, shoves his cock in my mouth, and starts pounding, not caring whether I can breathe.

The man in my cunt comes first, his hot cum filling me as I clench down, eager for every drop. He immediately starts fucking it into me making sure none of it is wasted. The cock in my mouth comes soon after, forcing himself fully down my throat and I swallow the ropes of cum. He takes himself out of my mouth and the cock in my cunt gets faster. Another cock is suddenly in front of my face and I suck on it, and know I won't be leaving the bus anytime soon.

From a distance, she looked like an impeccably stylish administrative staffer. The sleeved blouse, the long skirt that hit below her knees, paired with sensible dark tights and modest heels. But the way she moved was undeniably sensual. Sexy. 

Her reality was quite different. The long leather skirt was tight and restrictive, compelling her to remain constantly aware of her balance. Her walk was constrained to taking only mincing steps. 

Only a very discerning eye would be able to trace the outline of a belt under the skirt. It went between her legs and kept the fat steel plug securely in her rectum, not to be removed without the key. 

The belt’s opening left her pussy exposed, so as not to hinder necessary trips to the bathroom. But it also served to to underscore her unfulfilled state.

The tights were in fact stockings, held up not by garters around her thighs, but tied off by silky ribbons to the tiny gold rings in her labia. 

She was required to keep the heels on; the straps around her ankles were secured not by a little buckle, but with a discreet padlock that was tucked on the inside of the band. On the outside the shoes might have been simple, but they were another effective piece of bondage. 

I dreamed of you again.

We’re in the University library.  I met you here today, because you were desperate with your homework and I agreed to come help you.  I showed up earlier than you and secured a table-booth in the far back corner of an upper floor, and commanded you to meet me there.

I’m dressed in a white button up blouse under a dark gray pinstripe vest, with a matching tight gray pinstripe skirt, black knee length heeled leather boots, with my hair up and my black-rimmed glasses.  When you finally arrive, dressed in skirt and blouse as instructed, I gesture to the chair right in front of me.

Nervously you sit, and I place a finger on your lips to command silence.  I nudge your knees apart with one hand, then slide my chair closer so one of my knees is between them.  I pat my hand on the table, and you obediently place your books and notes there.

My hands slips up your thigh into your skirt and caresses you for a moment.  Well-trained as you are, your hands remain in place and you keep your mouth closed.  Then you watch, wide eyed, as I reach into my handbag and pull out a pair of scissors. I slip them under your skirt, and smirk at the fear that comes to your eyes.

“Look at me, cunt, look in my eyes and don’t move.”  You feel the cold metal slide up your thigh and between your legs, then my other hand grabs your panties where they go between your legs and pulls them out to snip them with the scissors.  A moment later, the scissors slide up your hip and snip your panties waistband.  I pull the scissors out and then my free hand pulls what used to be your panties out and puts them on the table.

“That’s better,” I say.

Then my scissors come up again, and I slide them inside your shirt.  In a few moments, and three snips later, the ruins of what used to be your bra are slipped from your shirt and I put it on the table.

“Now you look more like the slutty cunt you are.”  The scissors go into my handbag, and I pull out a vibrator.  Another grin hits my face, and I twist it on and slip it between your thighs and into you.  “Keep that in place.”  I move my knee to let you close your legs obediently.

“Let me look at this homework.  Don’t move, don’t’ talk, don’t moan, not a sound.”  I start to look over your note and the book, making deft notes in my own hand and filling in the answers that were too difficult for you.  “If you move or make a noise, then I’ll take your books and notes and you won’t get them back until after the assignment is due.”

Monica liked practicing self-bondage. She was careless tonight though. She had forgotten that her boyfriend had invited his friends over to watch the game, and she had left her bedroom door ajar…which just happened to be next to the hall bath. She struggled against the knots she had so laboriously tied in vain, she sighed aloud.

<Creak…> the door opened, and a gasp of shock, apparantly. So…not her boyfriend…oh great. Well hopefully her boyfriend would come to the rescue..<the door clicked softly closed, and the lock pressed in>

“Hey Monica,” she breathed a sigh of relief. It was her boyfriend. “Hey baby.” she said in return. “Would you please loosen this rope? My arms are starting to hurt.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before leaving yourself tied while me and the boys were in the other room. You dirty little slut…I bet you were hoping my friends would find you like this instead of me….tsk tsk. What am I going to have to do to keep you interested?

“I love it when you talk dirty, baby..please could you –” her voice was interrupted with a gag that was inserted in her mouth. “Mmm mmm MMM!”

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